5 AM
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| Photo by Viek Tedmil for UnSplash |
5 AM
The slope of your contours
are a mere hint
beneath the morning sheet.
Slowly,
my hand
slides along
the back of your arcing thigh,
over the satin
of your creamy-peach flesh
until that moment -
when I reach around
to steal your breath.
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This Quadrille (44 word poem) shared with those dangerous curves over at DVerse Poets.
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A stunningly sensual quadrille, Chris.
ReplyDeleteNow that's the kind of contoured encounter I'm talking about. So titillating, Chris!
ReplyDeleteSo sensual!
ReplyDeleteOh this is perfectly seductive
ReplyDeleteMore than several poets connected contour with sensuality ... love your interpretation !!
ReplyDeletetaking breath away indeed beautifully done.
ReplyDeleteYou captured the sensuality of the moment perfectly. Excellent poem!
ReplyDeletePerfectly captured sensuality.
ReplyDeleteJust the right kind of 5 A.M. wake-up call!
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